A/N: Okay, so this is my first Iron Man fic, it's a sort of a crossover really. I've had the idea for a while and I've got it all outlined, but this story is like my baby so it took me forever to finally bang out the first chapter. I'm totally open to feedback and reviews, turns out writing good Tony/Pepper banter is WAY harder than it seems. If you find this chapter a little confusing, don't worry because everything will be cleared up in the next one (which I'm already working on). Bonus points if you can guess who the superhero is (it's an obscure one!)

Chapter One: Her Eyes

"How much longer do we have to stay Pepper?" Tony whispered into the strawberry blonde's ear that was standing next to him at the bar. "I desperately need to get you out of that dress."

Pepper rolled her eyes at her boyfriend's dramatics. At least he bothered to whisper it this time; that was progressively considerate of him. At the last charity gala, Tony had been on the wrong side of tipsy and announced a similar sentiment to her while she was chatting with the benefit's hosts. They'd had to up their contribution by a couple zero's to make up for the gaffe.

"15 more minutes," she replied, drawing her martini glass up to her lips for a sip. "I need to touch base with the head of R&D."

"15 minutes!" Tony responded incredulously. It was very apparent that this was not the answer he was expecting. "15 minutes, really Pepper, do know what we can accomplish in 15 minutes? Why, in 15 minutes, I can have you on your back and—"

"Tony!" Pepper shrieked flustered before regaining control of the pitch of her speaking voice. "Not the time or place. We're at a benefit for kids with cancer."

This didn't seem to deter Tony, who continued attempting to persuade her to leave immediately by subtlety leaning closer to Pepper. If he knew anything about seducing Pepper, which he like to consider himself the master of, he knew if he persisted that she'd get uncomfortable enough by his inappropriate behavior to give in.

"I'm sorry but I just don't understand why you insist on spending 15 minutes of potential sexual bliss with someone you're going to see on Monday anyway boring yourself with deadlines for schematics and various other mind-numbing topics."

Upon becoming the CEO of Stark Industries, one of the skills that Pepper Potts had mastered was picking her battles. This was a time to exercise her acute discretion in that area and leave with Tony. He did have a point, since she did have a meeting with the entire R&D department on Monday, and the one arena in which Tony never disappointed was the bedroom.

So with another roll of her eyes Pepper succumbed—" Alright, you win this time Tony." She placed the stem of her glass back on the bar and prepared to leave. Just before she sauntered away to collect her purse and wrap she whispered to Tony, "Those 15 minutes better be good."

Tony struggled to suppress the resulting groan until Pepper was out of ear shot. Just when he thought he had the upper hand, Potts would throw him a curveball. A sexy curveball. These curveballs were partially the reason they'd been going strong for nearly three years, although it was only one facet of Pepper's perfection. In an effort to distract himself, Tony texted Happy to notify him they were leaving. He then proceeded to the lobby of the Beverly Wilshire to escort Pepper out.

His phone buzzed and Tony read Happy's text— I'm at the end of the block.

Pepper appeared and the pair linked arms as they strolled out of the hotel. Tonight the paparazzi wasn't terrible, of course there were the average chums who would heckle for attention so they could snap a shot. Nothing Tony or Pepper weren't used to or couldn't handle. Yet amidst all the masculine lewd jeers "Tony! Tony! When are you going to propose?" and "Hey Pepper! Pepper! How's 'Iron Man' in bed?" plus "Tony, what's your favorite sex position?", one female voice stood out. And she didn't want to know if Pepper had an "iron bun" in the oven. Instead she kept her calls to simply "Mr. Stark! Mr. Stark! Can I have a word with you? Please Mr. Stark!"

The woman's voice caught Tony's interest for a fleeting moment. There was something about her warm alto tone that sounded faintly familiar. He braved the flashbulbs to turn his head in order to catch a glimpse of who the voice belonged to. All he could make out before he was blinded by the paparazzo's cameras was a redhead in a knee-length black dress. He quickly dismissed the notion to ascertain her identity, as there were more pressing matters at hand. He needed to get Pepper safely to the car, and then get safely home so he could not-so-safely have his way with her.

But the woman was pursuing them, chasing him and his girlfriend to where the black Audi was waiting. "Mr. Stark! Please Mr. Stark! It's important!"she called behind them as her heels collided with the pavement as she labored to catch up with the couple.

But she never did. Tony and Pepper made it to the car before she could get close enough them.

"Step on it, Happy" ordered Tony once they were situated inside the sedan.

The young woman, she was just a teenager really, stood in the middle of the road crestfallen as the Audi sped away. She truly thought that he would recognize her. But she couldn't just let Tony slip out of her hands like this. She hadn't trekked across the country to be left in the dust. She looked behind her to see if anyone was watching; no one was, they were totally engrossed with whatever celebrity or socialite exiting the gala. The streets ahead of her seemed pretty deserted as well. Then after slipping out of her heels and securing them around her wrist, she began to run. If anyone had been watching, they would have noticed that she ran abnormally fast, not like the Flash or anything, but faster than the average American female.

She sprinted six blocks before catching up the car which was currently stalled at a stop light. Keeping her distance and staying in the shadows, she contemplated her options. Of course there was the obvious, she could run up and tap on the car's windows, perhaps Tony would realize it was her if he got a closer look. She quickly rejected the idea. Tony Stark only reacted to something if it was big and bold. She needed to make a statement that would convey to him that she meant business. And she had an idea how to make one hell of a statement, one that Tony wouldn't soon forget, a statement worthy of an Avenger.

Meanwhile, the passengers in Tony's town car were oblivious to their stalker. Pepper was busy tapping away on her BlackBerry, using the excuse that if she took care of these e-mails now, they could "sleep in" tomorrow morning. Tony's hand casually rested on Pepper's knee and the other drummed the car's arm rest absentmindedly.

The light changed yet the car wasn't moving.

"It's a green light, Happy," the billionaire pointed out to his diver. Tony assumed that Happy didn't notice that they could go.

"I know, Tony, I'm stamping on the gas but she's not moving."

Pepper redirected her vision to the rearview mirror from her BlackBerry. "What's going on? Is there something wrong with the car?"

"She ran fine on the way over here," Happy remarked. "There aren't any warning lights on the dashboard and I filled up on gas on the way over here. I don't—"

Happy's musings were interrupted by shouts (and profanities on Tony's part) from all three of them as the car abruptly hurtled backwards down the street, causing the tires to screech stridently as they were dragged in reverse.

Tony looked out the back window of the car and saw the young woman from the hotel entrance. Her form was lit only by the dim glow of the streetlamp she was standing near causing her to emit a sinister aura. She was responsible for the car's backwards movement as she seemed to be pulling it with two…strings? Or were they cords? that she had attached to the rear of the Audi connected to her wrists. As the sedan continued to be drawn back to the woman Tony realized that they weren't cords or strings, that they were—

His train of thought was derailed by the car's sudden halt, and his passenger door being torn open from the outside. This woman, whoever she was, possessed not only great strength but shrewd control of it, since she managed to break the lock keeping the door shut yet refrained from flinging it off of the car's frame.

Their gazes met and Tony was pierced by the icy blue irises of her eyes. That's all he needed, to look in her eyes, to determine this woman's identity. He should have known before, but she had changed so much since the last time he'd seen her.

She spoke. "Mr. Stark, I need to speak to you regarding the Avengers Recruitment Initiative."

Pepper interjected before Tony could answer her. "Who are you?" she cried.

"Please Pepper," Tony insisted keeping the tone of his voice blasé although he was a bit surprised that a woman as intelligent as Pepper hadn't put it together too. "I'd know those eyes anywhere. Get in, Miss Parker."

A/N: Know who it is? PM me if you want and I'll tell you if you're right or not. Hopefully you're liking it so far!

—youngandobsessed